Broken Gift.Broken Me.

It was just a bracelet.

It broke.

It was just a gift. 

It was not. 

It was him, in physical form. 

The only form I had left.

It was broken. 

It was just a gift. 

That meant the world to me. 

I wore it everyday. I took him with me.

It broke. 

My heart broke with it.

As I cried from the inside out. 

"Oh my God, it broke!!" 

It was just a gift. 

Not just a bracelet. 

It was him... 

"It" didn't break

 It broke me.

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

This is a great piece love!
Amazing how we see lovers in the gifts they gave us and they're the only memory we have left of them.
This was amazingly written.

[micky]

Wow this is deep and painfully beautiful....well done :)

[TheOne&Only]

:) thank you so much :)